I traveled with the Doctor for many years as he helped shape so many worlds. I was there when he saved the settlers of Gallaway from the Natarians. I was there when he helped the Sontarans find a new home. I was there when he visited Middle-Earth, a parallel earth, to help defeat the Dark lord Sauron. I helped him save Old-Earth, another parallel earth where he started the Ranger Corps to help fight aliens like Torchwood. I was there as he and his kind influenced the land of Alagaësia and introduced the science of words, which they called magic. On one of our last adventures together, we helped found Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He was separated from me years later in Alagaësia as a rift in time tore us apart. His last act before he vanished was to use his life force energy to make me immortal. I was as immortal as the elves in the land I now lived in.

My name is Angela and this is my story.

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The Battle for Alagaësia had ended three years ago. Since then the rider Eragon had left the known lands for the west to restart the Dragon Riders. Already a dozen new riders had joined him. In the world of men, all was well. Queen Nasuada was known throughout the land as a just, but firm ruler. The elves were not as secluded as they had once been. They now walked among the streets of Tierm, Carvahall, and Aberon without disguises. And the dwarves were still deep in the Beor Mountains, secluded, though elves and men were now welcomed as equals.

I walked now through the streets of Illirea with my faithful companion Solembum, humming to myself. I needed to buy some herbs from the local vendor, as Queen Nasuada has ordered some potions for herself.

Angela, Solembum said, there is a strange man following us.

I closed my eyes and felt for the magic inside me as I reached out with my mind. While this was happening, I continued walking, relying on Solembum to guide me. Suddenly, I felt a strange mind, which was neither an elf, man, nor dwarf.

“What foul devilry is this?” I muttered to myself.

“Oh that isn’t offensive,” a young man’s voice said from behind me.

Spinning around, I drew my dagger and put it to his throat. His eyes jumped up and he put his arms up. “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you!”

“Who are you?” I snapped, as I took in his appearance. He had long, wavy, blondish hair. He had a long over coat on.

“My name is Roricanus and I need your help,” he said, a smile flickering on his lips.